Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 148220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 741(@200wpm)___ 593(@250wpm)___ 494(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 741(@200wpm)___ 593(@250wpm)___ 494(@300wpm)
A blush stains her cheeks, those emerald eyes shining—just like they did in the chapel when she appeared in her wedding dress and I told her the same thing.
In the chapel. In her wedding dress.
She’s not wearing the dress now, but she’s not naked, either. Because she’s wearing my ring. It’s right there on her finger, gleaming gold as she guides my stiffened cock to her center.
Holy fuck, this is my wife. This sweet, gorgeous girl is my wife.
Poised over me, she abruptly pauses, teeth pinching her bottom lip. Uncertainty trembles through her voice. “You’re all right with this?”
Probably asking because I’m lying here looking thunderstruck. If I weren’t already on my back, I’d be flat on the floor. Because she actually fucking married me.
“I’ve never been better, angel.” My voice sounds real thick as I gaze up at my wife. “You use me however you need to make yourself feel good.”
Immediately, it hits me that Maxine said almost exactly the same thing just before I took her virginity—and which was also the last time I thought of her as Cherry. After that, she was just mine.
My girl, my angel. My wife.
My reply must have reminded Maxine of that first time in the cabin, too, because a giggle shakes through her before she lowers her voice to a mock growl. “Then get ready, boy, because I’m gonna use your fuckpole real good.”
Christ, she destroys me. “You and your damn mouth,” I tell her, then my laugh shreds into a ragged groan as she begins rolling her hips, working the fat head of my cock past the snug little entrance that I ought to have softened up with my fingers and tongue. Teeth gritted, I fight the need to take the lead, to grab her ass and hold her in place for a thrust that’ll bury me balls-deep within her scalding wetness.
But it wasn’t just Maxine’s smart mouth that I fell in love with. She’s also so sweet and generous. That first time, even with her virgin blood painting my dick, she told me to take what I needed. She held herself wide open, letting me fuck my way to the most mind-blowing orgasm I’ve ever experienced…and I wasn’t even the one coming. Instead Maxine stayed quiet and still while I used her pussy, though it must have been torture. Sweet torture, because I made her come so hard, but keeping still couldn’t have been easy. Yet she did it. Because she was taking care of me.
It’s my turn to take care of her. My turn to lie still while my wife takes what she needs.
Even if it kills me.
It just might. The heat and wet inside her threaten to shred my control when Maxine takes me in slow, so slow, her head falling back on a throaty moan and her hips swiveling as she drives my swollen flesh into her narrow channel. Christing fuck, it’s so sweet. My every muscle goes rigid in my battle against the urge to thrust hard and rough, my hands fisting in the covers.
All that keeps me in check is knowing that this is what she needs. Ecstasy glazes her emerald eyes as she fills the glistening miracle of her cunt with my thick shaft—and then takes every inch. White flashes at the edges of my vision when she bites her lip, then wriggles and squirms and forces her way down until her slick inner walls grip my cock from root to tip.
So fucking hot. So fucking tight. So fucking deep.
I barely halt my tortured groan behind clenched teeth. Maxine kept so quiet. So still. Now all she’s done is sink onto my dick and I’m about to lose it.
But Christ help me, she’s so beautiful, her eyes blind with pleasure, hands braced on my chest. And her pussy feels so incredible when she tests out the seat of my erection with a roll of her hips.
“Oh my god, Stone.” It’s a gasping moan. “You feel huge inside me.”
My dick would be swelling up bigger because of that if I’d had a chance to soften her up. Instead I make sure she still doesn’t need me to.
“Hurting?” I rasp.
Wordlessly Maxine shakes her head, panting as she swivels her hips again, stirring my cock deep within her sultry depths. Pleasure surges the length of my dick like lightning that strikes again and again when she begins to ride. Slow and shallow, not rising up and down but sinuously rocking back and forth, her tight entrance working the base of my shaft while her inner walls suck and pull at every aching inch. Breath hissing through gritted teeth, I fight the orgasm that’s building, all that need and heat stacking up like a brick wall that I’m trying so damn hard not to slam into. She’s going to wreck me. Wreck me so bad. But I won’t slow her down. Not if this is what Maxine needs.